Someone warned her that this Doctor runs way behind but she scheduled and appointment with him anyway. There she is in the waiting room trying to muster up the courage to redirect her thoughts to something more positive rather than continue on with the angry rant she has going on in her head:
"My fucking time is just as valuable as yours is, I may not have a college education but I have been well versed in common fucking courtesy!"
The ranting may have stopped but the toe tapping and eye rolling have just begun. She has been waiting for about fifteen minutes and is just about to leave. Before she can make it to the door she hears a gentle voice say: "Chayne, you're up next!"
She turns around and plasters a fake smile on her face. "Dr. Blaze, so nice to see you!"
As she enters his office she observes the mini Apple store docked on his desk. iMac, iPad, iPod, iHome and of course the all American staple an iPhone. The couch is leather and cold on her naked legs. She always insists on wearing revealing clothing yet becomes confused when men stare at her chest when she speaks. It's like a game of cat and mouse with this one.
"So Chayne how can we help today?"
Well Dr. B I want thank you for seeing me so quickly. I don't know how else to say this so I am just going to put it all the way out there: I just can't stop fucking! Dr. B it is like a curse. I have already laid with six men already and the week has just begun. The sad thing is that I have even more dates lined up. In the middle of her sentence she drops her head and begins to cry.
"Chayne, what is coming up right now?"
I don't know Doc. I think I am overwhelmed at the endless pit my vagina has become. This is getting out of hand. I can have a date and within 30 minutes I have the urge to find another victim. I am concerned that something is wrong with me and I want something to be done about it.
"Chayne, forgive me for chuckling but there is nothing wrong with you." "You are a young women with a hearty sex drive, don't be alarmed."
She wipes her tears and smiles faintly. "Well just for my record keeping I am keeping track of all of my partners. I purchased a brand new journal and a new pen. This season in my in life is titled: The fuck of the thirties." It consists of dates, names, descriptions and a score from 1 to 10 for each of my new partners.
"Chayne that is very interesting, what gave you the idea to record these events?"
